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[cunning]

I go to the Malfoy's for a day, a sodding day, and when I get back home I find - I'm not actually sure what it is, but suffice to say it was on fire, the local fire brigade was called and they soaked it in water and now it's EVERYWHERE.

I know it was you, Potter, Black. I will have my revenge.

Comments

[stagged]

Really now? What are you going to do, report us as dark wizards to Crouch and his sorts? I don't think it'd help you much, considering your company.

[stagged]

And on the spilling blood front, I doubt Evans would like that very much. You don't want to make Evans mad, do you?

[stagged]

She'd like you even less than she already does!

[canined]

Which is already quite little, really.

[hisjunior]

If it worked it would give a whole new meaning to thin pretexts.